Courageous New Planet

Начало книги

The Savage was brooding in one brightly-lit corner of Foodroom 127, his shoulders hunched as he stared down at the smear resistant surface of a table. A somaburger and a beaker of surrocoff remained untouched at his elbow. Once apparently motivated by a dull curiosity, he squeezed some ketchup out of a plastic tomato on to the atomically polarised table-top which naturally rejected the contamination. The red blob squirmed towards the edge like an agitated amoeba, dropped off into the Savage’s lap and was promptly absorbed by the fabric of his 20th Century clothing. His lips moved silently, but only for a few seconds, then he returned to his apathetic reverie.

“I wonder why he isn’t happy,” Experimenter Gatesby said watching the dejected figure through a discreet viewing device. “I mean, he would have died in that car accident if we hadn’t snatched him forward to our time. You’d think he would be grateful.”

Читать дальше →